Page 117 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

But I’m going to wait for the perfect moment - the moment when Spencer Penmayne’s daughter is back at the playground with the other kids and away from her father.

It doesn’t take long for my professor’s kid to leave his arms, and then I’m striding across the park at a pace practically faster than one of my runs. I’m a woman on a mission.

“Spencer.”

I don’t normally call him by his first name. I doubt many people call the professor by his first name. The word spits out across the park.

And he hears it.

And he turns toward me. He sees me. His eyes flicker back toward his daughter.

And his face drops. It’s the first time I’ve seen him properly panicked. Or not in control.

Damn right he shouldn’t feel in control.

“Olivia? You shouldn’t be here.”

There’s a touch of uncharacteristic hesitation in his voice. It spurns me on.

I sense his awareness of the other parents and adults around us. His eyes dart about the park.

For once in my life, I am – in the words of my mom -making a scene. I’m being a nuisance.

And, for once in my life, I don’t care that I’m dominating the space. I feel like I’m owed this moment. This vengeance. This final act of closure.

This man has done nothing but break my heart, and I want to make sure that he knows that.

I ignore his protest. I’ve planned for this moment all the way on that train back from Boston.

“I know everything, Spencer,” I say. “Everything. I’ve seen your wedding ring. I’ve just been to Boston to look at your old place. I ran into your neighbor, who told me you and your wife left to come back to Crystal River. Are you a good family man? Are you a good husband?”

“Okay,” he replies, raising his arms defensively. “Weshouldtalk about this, but not here. Not now.”

“When would be a good time for you?”

“Later,” he says.

“You want to check your diary?” I ask him sarcastically. “You want to find me a place in your busy schedule?Squeezeme in like I’m nothing but a routine appointment to you and not the girl you’re currently screwing?”

“Olivia...”

But I interrupt him. I haven’t got time for his crap.

“Tell me something,Spencer: is that your daughter?” I ask, nodding toward the girl playing, completely oblivious to this chaos just a mere few yards away from us.

“Yes,” he replies calmly.

You gotta hand it to him; the man is classy even when he’s being found out.

“Can I even trust you and your answers anymore?” I ask him. “How can I when I’ve caught you lying to me? Lying to me ever since we met?”

“I haven’t lied to you,” he says. “I’ve just been hiding the truth.”

“Oh, that’s what it is? Hiding the truth?Hidingthe teeny tiny little fact that you have a wife from the girl you’re sleeping with is pretty damn close to a lie, don’t you think?”

There’s a gasp from one of the parents. Oh, it’ssosatisfying.

Here are the consequences of your actions, professor.

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